NEPHELE
This feels like the best place to meet. The most appropriate considering what they must speak about. Dark, yawning voids, made all the more imposing due to the long shadows of Deepfrost. Silent and avoided by many, awarding privacy that few other places would.
Nephele floats above the Drop, wings humming softly as she stares down into the pit, wrapped in Ludo's rags and with her chakrams around her wrists in a fashionable twist on jewelry. Only appearing truly deadly when eyes linger and discern their flamelike edges.
She awaits the arrival of Alina, having sent a messenger bird and enclosed a small, private message. One that had been mimicked by a folded-over note with Alina's name on the Notice Board. Vague and innocent for any prying eyes, but at least the Village is safer than the boards of any of the human lands. Surely she strikes an odd figure - petite, pale beneath Ludo's oppressively dark rags, solemn but with fire in her gaze. The two have never met before, but Nephele does not intend to let that stop her.
Nephele floats above the Drop, wings humming softly as she stares down into the pit, wrapped in Ludo's rags and with her chakrams around her wrists in a fashionable twist on jewelry. Only appearing truly deadly when eyes linger and discern their flamelike edges.
She awaits the arrival of Alina, having sent a messenger bird and enclosed a small, private message. One that had been mimicked by a folded-over note with Alina's name on the Notice Board. Vague and innocent for any prying eyes, but at least the Village is safer than the boards of any of the human lands. Surely she strikes an odd figure - petite, pale beneath Ludo's oppressively dark rags, solemn but with fire in her gaze. The two have never met before, but Nephele does not intend to let that stop her.
Someone is learning the colors
of all your moods
of all your moods
